SIMple Stuff

For anybody who doesn’t know already, I am a fan of the Sims2 games. I could go through a big spiel as to how “grown up” the game is, but I won’t. I simply never outgrew playing with dollhouses I guess.

I’m more of a builder than a player. Occasionally though, I have the urge to play. I enjoy doing parodies of songs, plays, etc…, and that transfers pretty well into the Sim world.

I am a member of a forum of like-minded (for the most part) folks. We bounce ideas off one another a good bit, help each other out tremendously with gameplay tricks and tips and generally cut up and have fun. Most of us have created Sims in our likeness and we all take great joy in putting our Sims together, leaving them to their own devices and seeing what transpires. Sometimes the results are hilarious.

Anyway, I came up with an idea to have The Sporum Theatre, where self-Sims are actors in some tale. I chose to start with Gilligan’s Island. The characters are: LK as Gilligan, Twain as the Skipper, Rhodaloo as Mrs. Howell, Rhodaloo’s husband Galen as Mr. Howell, Ketchup as Ginger, Cabelle’s husband Deron as The Professor, and either Wedgetail or Teqoter as Mary Ann. Gilligan’s Island wouldn’t be complete without a headhunter, so filling that role is TreyNutz, the forum alien.

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle………

Through a magic that can only be that of Hollywood, our castaways find themselves stranded on a beach where someone had apparently been before, providing them with shelter and *gasp* even a stove!

The skipper decides to call a meeting where important stuff shall be discussed.

First order- someone MUST prepare meals!

There will be no ghosts, no playing of stringed instruments and no reading!!

Or else, you’ll be punished…

Thankfully, the voice of reason steps in and the Professor has his turn speaking to the group…
First, we must make flag symbols to signal passing ships…

We’ll use a crystal ball and Mr. Howell’s money to help us.

Mary Ann was designated THE cook.

And poor Gilligan is the clean up crew…

During supper, The Professor eavesdrops on Mr. & Mrs. Howell’s conversation…

After supper, Gilligan works on his romance technique…I’m gonna kiss a girl…I’m gonna kiss a girl…

Mrs. Howell and Mary Ann try to get to know each other on the beach…
What did you do before we were stranded here, dear? Why, I was a construction worker.

Oh, well I like to wear high heels, do you?

Meanwhile, the The Skipper, The Professor and Mr. Howell start a not-so-friendly card game…

Maybe Mr. Howell will loan The Professor some money?….The Skipper wants to discuss the fearsome storm that stranded them on this seemingly deserted isle…

Then warns the men of the ominous green people who might exist…

Hey….what’s that hiding in the bushes???

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Episode 2

Our weary castaways headed to bed. Mrs. Howell had anything but sleep on her mind.

When we get back to civilization, I want a new ring.

I was just telling that Mary Ann girl earlier that I want another ring-

But Lovey…those cost money!

The next morning, it seems like EVERYONE wants Gilligan….

GILLIGAN!!

YOU want ME to fix you eggs Mrs. Howell?

Yes Gilligan! I want eggs and I want them now. Thurston will pay you.

Argh! This bed is in the way of me performing my next experiment!

Ugh! Gilligan mop these puddles. Gilligan clean this toilet. Gilligan clean the stove. Gilligan make me eggs. Gilligan move my bed! Gilligan dig a hole! Why am I digging a hole?

That’s IT! I’m going to lay down…and maybe play a bit…

and fall flat of my face!

If I had been steering the boat, we wouldn’t have been marooned here. Yeah, I’m that good.

Oh, who am I kidding, I would have sunk it! Goodbye cruel world!

I can’t even jump off a ship right! I’m going back to camp. OMG OMG OMG!!! ONE OF THOSE GREEN PEOPLE!! OMG OMG OMG!!!

I’ve got to tell the others!! SKIPPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRRR!!

The skipper sure is slow! It’s gotten dark already. Oh finally you’re here. Listen, there’s a GREEN GUY dressed like a *gulp* Head Hunter…right…over…there!!
Uh, Gilligan, Little Buddy, I don’t see anything over there but the boat.

I was putting the moves on Ginger and actually getting somewhere and you call me over here to tell me some crazy story about a GREEN HEAD HUNTER? This was no emergency!

Awww….Little Buddy, I didn’t mean to yell at you…

The Skipper tells Gilligan to get some rest and heads back to talk to the Professor. Professor, we’ve got a problem with Gilligan. He thinks there are green head hunters running around the island.

GREEN HEAD HUNTERS? OVER THERE? OMG OMG OMG!!! Oh! I must get ahold of myself. I’m sure we could learn from these creatures.

I’m so glad my white hat fell out of that coconut tree!

Meanwhile…the others have gotten word of “little green men”….

But Mrs. Howell, surely the green head hunters mean us no harm. We should embrace them, invite them here with us and learn from them. (To be a Professor, this dude ain’t too smart is he? Do the words HEAD & HUNTER not ring any bells with him?)

NO! I don’t want any alien head hunters around me. THURSTON! Pay him quick to stop talking about all this, it’s upsetting me!

Professor, I really did see him. He was big and he was mean and he was DROOLING!!

Oh stop being ridiculous Gilligan! You’re just being silly! I think you’re making this whole thing up and you should be ashamed of yourself!

Oh, why doesn’t anybody believe me? NOBODY BELIEVES ME!

Meanwhile…

Now, what could all those negative thoughts mean?  Tune in next time…..